Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Thirty-Five

Scale Number: vague 4 (In nightmare) followed by 3

Cat looked down the hall of Blackrook, her eyebrows coming together as she hesitated in her advancing. She didn't need to look behind her to know she would be met with an endless hallway. Then again, she didn't want to turn around, she was too busy investigating the bright red door several yards in front of her. There was a menacing shadow leering around the edges of her vision, a tall tail sign that whatever was behind the door ahead was something she wasn't meant to see. That didn't stop her feet from moving her forward, one foot in front of the other. Moving her closer to that barrier looked like it had been soaked in blood.

Twelve feet.

The closer she got, the more dread filled her body, making her body heavy like it were turning into stone. Making her movements sluggish, yet she pushed through.

Eight feet.

Her chest was so tight it felt like someone was holding onto the precious organ inside as hard as they could, trying to turn it to mush between their boney fingers.

Four feet.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to move in the forward motion, but she purposely used all of her will power to move the last few feet.

When she reached the end of the hall, Cat lifted her arm to reach out and wrap her fingers around the old fashion knob. Her breath froze in her lungs as she twisted the polished metal to the right and pushed to open.

At first the room was pitch black, depleted of every morsel of light. It was almost like a blackhole, the gravity so strong that it pulled every molecule of illumination. Also giving her enough momentum to take a single step over the threshold, which caused a chain reaction of candles to flicker to life. From left to right, dozens of tiny flames danced into existence around the outer wall of a circular room.

Revealing the back of a large cloaked figure who was busy with something on a silver table in front of them. Despite her dramatic entrance, the person didn't even bother to look over their shoulder in an attempt to see who'd joined them. Even though she wasn't sure who it was, there was still a very familiar aura that surrounded whoever was under the covering.

"What are you doing here?" Cat didn't remember moving her mouth, it was definitely her voice that had asked the question.

Instead of answering aloud, the person shifted their weight, causing the black cloth to move enough to see the crimson soaked blonde hair that hung off the side of the table. Whatever they'd been doing, it was too the victim now being revealed to her.

A head fell to the side, watching her with extremely recognizable wide and lifeless eyes.

Her chest felt like it imploded all together, creating a massive hole and sucking everything in that make up her entire being. Pale lips were parted, her own face frozen as it captured the sobs that accompanied the tear streaks still on the dead face. As if the death somehow recognized Cat as the one who was supposed to be dead, its icy grip took hold of her.

Knees giving out causing her to sink to the floor like she was a fast sinking ship, dropping her right there in the doorway. If she thought she hadn't felt anything after Greg's death before Kal had finally revealed himself, she was wrong.

This.

This feeling consuming her was far more numbing.

The dark figure dropped the item in their hand, letting the metal blade fall to the floor with a deafening 'CLANG'. Turning to the door as they tucked away a bloodied bundle of blankets under the lining of their cloak. She wasn't sure how she knew, especially when there hadn't been a clear line of sight, but she knew what had just been hidden from view was just cut out of her dead body still motionless on the table.